Destination Or Destiny
Night comes,
Day looms and goes,
I become older
And older
And a little bit older
With the
Hope
Of maybe, maybe
Less pace of my aging –
Of loosing the dreams,
Romance, indiscipline and so on –
Thinking,
Like a lost sailor,
Putting the hat down
After so many years in the sea,
Where –
Where I am
Going;
No destination, mere –
Destiny?
Asking himself,
Why?
Dark clouds and the
Same moon,
And those stars –
Where are we all going?
Together or
Discrete?
Vow of silence
Comes
With Shear
Consciousness-
But tickling of eyes
Fade away.
Morning comes
To go by soon.
Forgetting his uncertainty
Sailor hopes again –
Maybe,
Maybe there’s something,
Eternal;
Separate
or together with him
with less pace till
the last step
towards the destination
or destiny.
Copyright © Pinaki Ranjan Mukherjee | Year Posted 2010
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